mind the gap mind the rush
pigeons on pronged claws
mind the cologne overdose
every separate death
mind the uniform that moves the broom
don’t look take it easy have a great day
step fast from the doors upon disembarking
mind the pigeons
plunging through the sky
like a dirty hand through water
Saturday, June 06, 2009
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7 comments:
Jesus, Sloat, can I be you, even just for a day? Can I walk around behind your eyeballs, have a thought even half as inspired?
If I weren't so sane & lazy, and you weren't so far away I'd be stalking you right now.
I'm going to stop reading your poetry. It bums me out.
ah ron. I've never forgiven you for the kickass "kitkat" poem. laugh.
That final image: wow.
Yikes! This is superlative. Ditto Ron. The dirty hand is brilliant.
Thanks for reading.
The dirty hand through water is a stunning image!
Bravo! I love the images in this poem.
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